Boston and the Bosstones

Last night, we crossed the Harvard Bridge as "Don't Worry Desmond Dekker" played on the radio, and the MIT dome was lit up in front of us and Beacon Hill and the Financial District were across the river to our right, and I thought, GodDAMN, I love this city. And that pretty much sums up my feelings on the Mighty Mighty Bosstones: they're the embodiment of everything I love about my home city--loyalty, attitude, self-deprecation, idealism, work ethic, and a gruff exterior masking a marshmallowy center. ...